Saturday, May 05, 2007

On Middle Eastern Hugs



He always wanted to put his arms around her and give her a hug
But in that part of the world people never hugged


He was told that men should never give hugs; men use their arms only to fight and strangle other men

She was told that women should never give hugs; women use their arms to hail and wave for the men killing one another

He dreamt of one little hug; he dreamt of one little real hug
But she always cried in fear when she remembered her father's arms

And then came the day when they finally did hug. This news turned into an ugly crow and flew into the city
Everyone knew their shameful secret:
They were in love

Brothers locked their sisters in; mothers told them horrifying stories
Fathers sharpened their knives

When the angry men surrounded them they were still hugging.
And when they had their last breath; they were still hugging
And when they buried them right there; they were still hugging

A century later,a thoughtful archaeologist tried to bring them apart;
they clang together; he tried harder

tears were seen on the ground
Few only noticed it was not the archaeologist who cried!

Centuries later, the ugly crow is still in town!

On Stripes and Bars



No one could explain to him what was the secret with those stripes.

He simply admired the bright equal stripes.

He spent the nights counting them; but then he spent the mornings trying to remember the number.
He was always trying to comprehend the stripes.

He would reach them; grab them; count them thoroughly; but then suddenly they would slip through his fingers:
They would become so wild.
They would start dancing in circles around him; he had to stay always in the middle.

He woke up one morning and realized that he now saw the sun decorated with stripes; even the faces of those around him were all painted with bright red stripes.
That morning he realized how the stripes had become like prison bars.
How they encircled him and turned into solid, steel bars
He now looked at life only through the bars.
But life may never notices him for it rarely sees those who live and die behind bars.